Distance Means Disaster

Since the beginning when my brother left on a mission, we as a whole family started the count down to go pick him up. Our destination after two years and seven days was St. Lucia. Excitement, energy, joy and happiness filled the entire house. Even the house glowed with all the eagerness to see the missed family member. We went to bed. I never fell asleep. I was either to hot, to cold or to excited. I was woken up before the sun, thought it was morning. As I got ready, I felt a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Oh no watch out. Only I could manage to get sick the day of our trip.

We where given a ride to the airport by my sister Jessica, who was not allowed to go because she is in Pharmacy School. I had to ride in the back of the car with a pan in case I needed it again. We said our good byes and walked into the airport hurrying to get through security. This process is very inconvenient. The line is as wide as the Pacific Ocean. Shoes and belts need to be removed, pockets emptied and this must all be done fast and faster. I put my heavy bag through the x-ray machine. My bag, my bag had to be checked because it looked like there was a glass bottle in my bag. I opened my bag as any person who spent an hour in a half organizing it to fit just right because I had the smallest bag. The guy asked if any sharp objects would cut him. Hello, no those kind of things are not allowed in the airport. I said no. He went threw everything in my bag. My clothes that I rolled to make more room for my shoes he scattered on the table. It turned out that it was my flip-flops that he thought was a glass bottle of perfume. Which by the way was in a different part of my suit case not where all my clothes that were at one point nicely rolled up and packed. He gave me my bag back still with clothes scattered everywhere. I sat on it to zip it up.

We sat at the gate for only half a century and got on the plane and I was hot again. For the first time in my life, I had to use the airplane barf bags twice. We arrived at Texas and we sprinted dogging people just as you do when you where in high school to the next gate. We got on the airplane and it started to back away from the jet way. We felt a jolt and realized the airplane door which had been re-opened by the ticket agent was ripped off the hinges and bent the door.

We got off the airplane looking for another flight to Puerto Rico, all flight ‘s were booked. We got a flight to Florida and was set up in a hotel. We fell asleep once we stepped in the room. We woke up a 6:00 a.m. and headed for the airport. At this time, I felt like I could walk the airport with my eyes closed and give people directions to where they need to go. We got a flight straight to St. Lucia. We where on the plane backing away, looked at each other and smiled, where on our way. Take off went just right.